A Subjective Smackdown from One of the Greatest

I was sitting here in my little cave, fuming at my lack of success (you know, unlike every other asshole who ever tried to write a novel), and I found myself flashing back to my time in the retail mines; and in particular, back to a co-worker who outspokenly derided genre fiction as less than literary (just the most forward of a whole little cabal of people who agreed with that statement); and as I fumed, I logged on to the Intertronic Communicizer, and discovered this as my Literary Quote of the Day:

"Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'" - Edgar Allan Poe

Eat your heart out, Cody's staffers; Poe is here to deliver the smackdown.

Yes, this is pointless and petty. I've been cooped up in my house with nothing but my stuffed triceratops and philodendron for company, let me have my small victories.